Terre Haute Weekly Gazette, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 24 January 1884 — Page 7

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{B. H. Barham in SWMOB'I Stoiy-Tdler.J "/oe," said oM larvi^ looking one of his window—it was hit groand-fiodr back-*"Joe, joa seem to be tot hot. Joe, And yea have got no wig.*- mi- mfi "Yes, sir,9 quoth Joseph, pausing and resting upon hie spade,

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I see but the celery must be got in, or there'll be no autumn crop, and ''Well, but Joe, ths sun's so hot, arid it rhinos so on your bald head it makes one wink to look at it. You'll have a coup de soleil, Joe." "A what, 8ir?n "No matter it's very hot working, and if you'll step in doors I'll give you "Thank ye, your honor, a drop of beer will be very acceptable." .#

Joe's countenance brightened amazingly. "Joe, Til give yoa—my old wig !n The countenance of Joseph fell, his gray eye bad glistened as ablest vision of doubleflitted athwart his fancy its glance faded again into the old filmy, gooseberry-colored hue, as he growled in a minor key, "A wig, sir!" "Yes, Joe, a wig. The man who does not study the comfort of his dependents is an unfeeling scoundrel. Yoa shall have my old worn-out wig." "I hope, sir, youH give me a drop of beer to drink your honor's health in it is very hot, and "Gome in, Joe, and Mrs. Witbenpoon shall give it to yoa."Heaven Men your honor," said honest Joe, striking his apade perpendicularly into the earth, aid puiiuing his way to the door of the back "Joe," aaid Mia. Wttbajpoon, a fat, oomely dame, of about flm and fnrtr—"Joe, your master is bat too good .to yoa he's always kind. Joe, be has desired me to give yon Us olH wig." •And the beer. Ma'am WitbWBpoonP* said Washford, taking the proffered wig, and looking a* Ik wtthjp ugpg—ton somewhat short of rapture. "The beer, yoa gaoling wretch!—what beer? Master rgid nothing about no beer. You ungrateful fellow, has he not given yoa awig!" "Why, yes, Madam Witherspoonl but then yoa see, his honor said it was very hot, and I'm very dry, and "Go to the pump, aoM* said Mrs. Witherspoon, as Ae slammed tiw back door in his face. .».•*,

Joe remained far a few moments lost in mental abstraction he looked at the door, he looked at the wig his first thought was to throw it into' the pig-sty— his evfl nature rose, bat he resisted the impulse he got the better of Satan the half-formed imprecation died before it reached his lipa. He looked disdainfully at the wig it had once been a oomely jasey enough, of the color of overbaked gin* gerbread, one of the description commonly known doriagtlto littiar half of the last cen tary by the name of a trowa George." Bat Mr. Jarvirf wig had oas peculiarity unlike most of its fellows tt had a tail—"cribbed and confined,* i»d(**d, by ashabhy piece of faded Walloon. ..

Washford laiked at it again he shook his bald head. The wig had certainly seen its best days still It had about it somewhat of an air of faded gentility it was "like ancient Rome, majestic in decay and as the small ale was not to be forthcoming, why—after all, an old wig was better than nothing!

Mr. Jeremiah Jarvi^ of Appledore, in the Weald of Kent, was a gentleman by act of parliament—one of that class of gentlemen who, disdaining the plain-soonding name of "attorney-at-law," are, by a legal fiction, denominated solicitor*

Jeremiah Jarvis was a worthy exemplar of the class to which be belonged. Few persons in his time had created greater solicitude among his majesty's lieges within the "weald." He was rich, of course. Indeed his possessions were so considerable as not to be altogether accounted for, in vulgar esteem, even by the usual modes of accumulation nor were there wanting those who conscientiously entertained a belief tiiat a certain darkcolored gentleman of indifferent character, known principally by his predilection for appearing in perpetual mourning, had been through life his great friend and counselor, and had mainly assisted in the acquirement of his revenues. That "old Jerry Jarvis had sold himself to the devil" was, indeed, a dogma which it ware heresy to doubt in Appledore.

When the worthy solicitor next looked out of his ground-floor back, he smiled with much complacency at beholding Joe Washford again hard at work—in his wig—the little tail aforesaid oscillating like a pendulum in thebreasei If it be asked what could induce a gentleman whose leading principle nam* to have been self-appropriation to make so magnificent a present^ the answer is that Mr.

Jarvis might perhaps have thought an occasional act of benevolence necessary or politic he is not the only person who, having stolen a quantity of leather,* has given away a pair of shoes, pour Pamour de Dieu.

Joe, meanwhile^ worked away at the cel-ery-bed but truth obliges us to say, neither with the same degree of vigor nor perseverance as had marked the earlier efforts of the morning. His pauses were mors frequent he rested longer on the handle of his spade while ever and anon his eye would wander from the trench beneath h?w to an object not unworthy the contemplation of a natural philosopher. This was an apple tree.

Fairer fruit never tempted Eve or any of her daughters the bending branches groaned beneath their luxuriant freight, and, dropping toearth, seemed to ask the protecting aid of man, either to support or to relieve than. The fine, rich glow of their sunstreaked clusters derived additional loveliness from the level beams of the descending day-star. An anchorite's mouth had watered at the pippina

The heat was stall oppressive no beer had moistened his bp, though its very uttered as it was in the ungracious tones of a Witbenpoon, had left behind a longing as intense as fruitless. His thirst seemed supernatural, when a* this moment his left ear experienced a slight and tt*iing and a still, small voice-it was though a daddy-long-legs were whispering to him—a still, small voice seemed to say "Joei—take an apple, Joe!"

Hone* Joseph started a* (he suggestionthe rich crimson on his jolly nose deepened to a purple tint in the booms of the setting son his very forehead was inoardinata. He raised his band to scratch his ear tho little tortuous tail had worked its way into it—he palled It out by the bit of shalloon, and allayed the itching, then cast his eye wistfully toward the mansion when his master was sitting by the open window. Joe pursed up his parched lips into an arid whhAle, and with a desperate energy struck his spade eooe mors into ths celery bed.

Its northern extremity eadsdatthe hsdge before mentioned its southern oas was in

fearful vicinity to a Bibsteaepippin-tree. One branch, low bowed to earth. wemed needT to them flowers." returned the gardener.

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trench. As. Joseph stooped to insert the last plant with his dibble, aa apple of mote than ordiaaay beaaty bohbsd against his knucklsa "HeV taking snuifc Jo%" whispered the same •mall voioe tho tail had twitted itsslf into its old position. "Hs*s snssslngl—now, Josl —nowr And, ere ths agitated horticulturist could recover from his apprise apd alarm, the fruit was severed, and—in his hand! "He? he! he!" shrilly laughed, or seemed to laugh, that aethkraed little pigtail!' Washford started at onoe to the peqiendicolar. With an enfrended grasp he tore the jssey from his head, and with that in one hand and his ill-acquired spoil in the Other, he rushed distractedly from the garden. n.

All that night was the humble couch Of ths once-happy gardener haunted with the most fearful visions. He was stealing apples—be was robbing hen-roosts—he was altering the chalks upon the milk-score—he had purloined three chemises from a hedge—and he awoke in the very act of cutting the throat of one of 'Squire Hodge's sheep! A clammy dew stood upon his temples—the oold perspiration burst from every pore—he sprang in terror from the bed. "Why, Joe, what ails thee, man!" cried the usually incurious Mrs. Washford "what be the matter with tlieet Thee has done nothing but grunt aad growl all t* night long, and now thee dost stare as if thee saw summut. What bees it, Joe?"

A long-drawn sigh was her husband's only answer his eye fell upon the bed. "How tae devil came that here?" quoth Joeeph, with a sudden recoil "who put that thing on my pillowr "Why, I did, Joseph. Th' ould nightcap is in the wash, and thee didst toss aud tumble so, and kick the clothes off, I thought thee mightest catch cold, so I clapt t' wig atop o' thee head."

And there it lay—the little sinister-looking (ail impudently perked. up, like an infernal gnomon on a Satanic dial plate.

When Joseph Washford onoe more repaired to the scene of his daily labors, a sort of unpleasant consciousness flushed his countenance, and gave him an uneasy feeling as he opened the garden gate for Joe, generally 'speaking, was honest as the skin between his brows his hand faltered as it pressed the latch. "Pooh, pooh! 'twas but aa apple, after all J" said Joeeph. "Had it bfen an apple pie, indeed! j"An apple pie!" the thought was a dangerous one—too dangerous to dwell on. But Joseph's better genius'was this time lord of the esc on.

1 ascendant he dismissed it, and passed

1 On arriving at his oottage, an air of bustle aad confusion prevailed within, much at vAriance with ths peaceful serenity usually observable in its eoonomy. Mrs. Washford was in high dungeon her heels clattered on tqe red-tiled floor, and she whisked about the house like a parched pea upon a drumhead her voice, generally small and low, was pitched at least an octave above its ordinary level she was talking fast and furious. SOmetb ing had evidently gone wrong. The nfysMry Was soon explained. The "cussed old twoad of a eat* had got into the dairy, and licked off the imam from the only pan their single cow had filled that morning] And there she now lay, purring as in scorn. Tib, heretofore the meekest of mousers, the honestest, the least "scaddle" of the feline raoe^-a cat that one would have sworn might have been trusted with untold fish—yee— there was no denying it—proofs were too strong against her—yet there she lay, hardened in her iniquity, coolly licking her whiskers, and reposing quietly upon—what! Jerry Jairis' old wig!

The patience of a Stoic must have yielded it had. been too much for the temperament of the Man of Ut Joeeph Washford lifted his hand—that hand which had never yet been raised on Tibby save to fondle and caress—it now descended on her devoted head in one tremendous "dowse." Never was cat so astonished, so enraged all the tiger portion of her nature rose in her soul. Instead of galloping off, hissing and sputtering, with arched back and tail erected, as any ordinary Grimalkin would unquestionably have done under the circumstances, die paused a moment, drew back on her haunches all her energies seemed concentrated for one prodigious spring a demoniac fire gleamed in her green and yellow eyeballs, as, bounding upward, she fixed her talons firmly iir each of her assailant's cheeks—many and many a day after were sadly visible the marks of those envenomed claws—then, dashing over his shoulder with an unearthly mew, she leaped through the open casement, and-was seen no more. "The devil's in the cat!" was the apostrophe of Mrs. Margaret Washford. Her husband said nothing, but thrust the old wig into his pocket, and wait to bathe his scratches at the pump.

Day after day, night after night, twasall the same, Joe Washfordto life became a burden to him his natural upright and honest mind struggled hard against the frailty of human nature, He was ever restless and uneasy his frank, open, manly look, that blenched not from the gase of the spectator, was no more a sly and sinister expression had usurped the place of it.

Jerry Jarvis bad a good-looking tulip-bed, and his neighbor Jankfnaon fell in love with the pips and petals of "Neighbor Jarvis' tulips." There was one or two among them of such brilliant, such surpassing beauty— the "cups" so well formed, the colors so defined. To be sure, Mr. Jenkiuson had enough in his own garden but then, "Enough," says the philosopher, "always means a little more than a man has got" Alas! alas! Jerry Jarvis was never known to bestow—his neighbor dared not offer to purchase from so wealthy a man and worst of all, Joe, the gardener, was incorruptible. Aye, but the wig?

Joeeph Washford was working away again in the Maze of the midday sun his head looked like a copper sauce-pan fresh from the brasier's. "Why, wherefc your wig, Joseph?" said the voice of his master from the well known window "what have you done with your wig?" The question was embarrassing—its tail had tickled his ear till it had made it sore Joseph had pat theswig in his pocket.

Mr. Jeremiah Jarvis was indignant he liked not that his benefits should be ill appreciated by the recipient "Hark ye, Joseph Washford," said be, "either wear my wig, or let me have it again I"

Wasbford'S heart smote him .he felt all that was implied In his master's appeal. "It's here, your honor," said he "I had only taken it off because we had a smartish shower but the sky is brightening now." The wig was replaced, and the little tortuous pigtail wriggled itself into its accustomed position.

At this moment Neighbor Jenkinson peeped over the hedge. "Joe Washford!" said Neighbor Jenkinson. "Sir to Too." was ths reply. "How beautiful yoor tulips look after the rain!' .J "Ah! sir, master seta no great store by

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How Joeeph Washford's left ear did itch! He looked to tiie ground-floor back—Mr. Jarvii bad left the window.

Mr. Jenkinsorfs ground-plot boasted at daybreak next morning a splendid Semper Augustus, aad Joseph*WMlifanl wasted home, much about the same time, in a most extraordinary state from the "Three Jolly Potboys."

Prom that hour he was the fiend's? ... 1U. .. ... Joseph Washford had'taken the first fatal step. He had taken two—three—four steps and now from a hesitating, creeping, cat-like mode of progression, he had got into a firmer tread—an amble—a positive trot! He took the family linen "to the wash one of Mme. WitbenpoonV best Holland chemises was never seen after. "Lostl—impossible!

The summer passed away, autumn eame and went, and Christmas, jolly Christmas, was at hand. It was a fine, bracing morning, the sun was just beginning to throw a brighter tint upon the Quaker-oolored ravine of Orlestone bill, .when a medical gentleman, returning to the quiet little village of Ham Street, that lies at its foot, from a farmhouse at Kingsnorth, rode briskly down the declivity, when suddenly his active cob brought herself up in mid-career upon her haunches, and stood stock still, snorting like a stranded grampus, and alike insensible to the gentle hints afforded her by hand and heel.

It is of no great use, and not particularly agreeable, to sit still, on a cold, frosty morning in January, upon the outside of a .brute that will neither go forward nor backward so Mr. Moneypenny got off, in order to discover, if possible, what it was that so attracted the attention of Bucephalus.

His curiosity was not long at fault the sunbeam glanced partially upon some object ruddier even than itself—it was a scarlet waistcoat, the wearer of which, overcome perchance by Christmas potation, seemed to have selected the thickest clump of the tidiest and most imposing nettles, whereon to doze away the narcotic effects of superabundant juniper.

This, at least, was Mr. Moneypenny's belief, or he would scarcely have uttered, at the highest pitch of his contralto, "What are you doing there, you drunken rascal? frightening my horse! Get up, I say—get up, and go home, you scoundrel!" But the "scoundrel" and ''drunken rascal" answered not he moved not, nor could the prolonged shouting of the appellant, aided by significant explosions from a double thonged whip, succeed in eliciting a reply. No motion indicated that the recumbent figure, whose outline alone was visible, was a living and breathing man. "Come here, Jack," quoth the doctor to a passing plow-boy—"come here boy lay hold of this bridle, and mind that my horse does not run away."

Peggy threw up her head and snorted disdain of the insinuation she had not the slightest intention of doing any such thing.

Mr. Moneypenny meanwhile, disencumbered of his restive nag, proceeded, by manual application, to arouse the sleeper.

Alas! his was that "dreamless sleep that knows no waking his cane in this world were over. There lay before the doctor the lifeless body of a murdered man?

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—where could it be gone?—who could have got it? It was her best—her very best!—she should know it among a hundred—among a thousand 1—it was marked with a great Win the corner. Lost?—impossible? She Would seel" Alas! she never did see. But Joseph Woshf rd'e Sunday shirt was seen, finer and fairer than ever.

The meeting?—ay,'She meeting. Joe wishford never mimed the Appledore Independent meeting-house, whether the services were in the morning or afternoon—whether the Rev.. Mr. Slyandry exhorted or made way for the Rev. Mr. Tearbrain. Let who Would officiate, there was Joe. AsIhavesaidbefore.be never missed but other people missed—one missed an umbrella, one a pair of clogs. Farmer Johnson missed his tobacco-bo*, Farmer Jackson his gredt coat Miss Jackson missed her hymn book, a diamond edition, bound in maroon-colored velvet, with gilt corners and clasps. Everything, in short, was missed—but Joe Washford there he sat, grave, sedate and motionless, all save that restless, troublesome, fidgety little pigtail attached to his wig, which nothing could keep quiet, or prevent from tickling or interfering with Miss Thompson's curl, as she sat back to back with Joe .in the adjoining pew. After the third Sunday, Nancy Thompson eloped with the tall recruiting sergeant of the Connaught Rangers.

The corpse lay stretched upon its back, partially concealed, as we have before said, by the nettles which had sprung up among the stumps of the half-grubbed underwood the throat was fearfully lacerated, and the dark, deep, arterial dye of the coagulated blood showed that the carotid had been severed. There was little to denote the existence of any struggle but as the day brightened, the sandy soil of the road exhibited an impression as of a body that had fallen on' its plastic surface, and had been dragged to its present position, while fresh horse-shoe prints seemed to intimate that either the assassin or his victim bad been mounted. The pockets of the deceased were turned out and empty a hat and heavyloaded whip lay at no great distance from the body. "But what have "we here?" quoth Dr. Moneypenny "whatis it that the poor fellow holds so tightly in his hand!"

That hand had manifestly clutched some article with all the spasmodic energy of a dying grasp. IT WAS AH OLD wiol

In an old fashioned court-room a hale, robust man, somewhat past middle age, with a very bald pate, save where a continued tuft of coarse, wiry hair, stretching from above each ear, swelled out into a grayish-looking bush upon the occiput held up his hand before a grave and enlightened assemblage off jurymen. He stood arraigned for that offense most heinous in the sight of God and man, the deliberate and cold-blooded butcher yof an unoffending, unprepared fellow creature.

The victim was one Humphrey Bourne, a reputable grazier, worthy and well-to do, though, perchance, a thought too apt to indulge on a market day, when a score of ewec had brought in a reasonable profit Some such cause had detained him longer than usual at the cattle show he bad left, the town late and alone early in the following morning his horse was found standing at his own stable door, the saddle turned round beneath its belly, and much about the time that the corpse of its unfortunate master was discovered soma /our miles off by oni friend, the doctor.

That poor Bourne had been robbed and murdered there coold be no Question.

doos deed? The unwilling hand almost le fuser to traos the name of—Joseph Washford. ^fctrs*H was. Mr. JersoBi& J«rvis%as UmBstf ths Gessoes1 for thafc*ivtt*b of th» eounty of Kent He had not sattwo minuter aa ths body before he ncognted his quondam property, and started on beholding in tho grasp of the viethnv as torn in the deathakraggls from the murderer's bead, his owa old wig!—his own psrky little pigtail tied up with apiece of shabby shalloon, now wriggling aad quivering, as in salutation of its aster. The silver buckles of ths murdered man were found in Joe Wash Cord's shoes broad pisces were found in Joe Wsshford's pockets—Joe Washford had him self been found, when the hue-and-cry was up hid in a corn-rig at no neat distance from lite scene of slaughter, hk pruning-knife re^ with the evidence of his crime.

Hiul there been any doubt as to Joe Wash* ford's guilt, the conduct Of the wig in the sourt-house would have settled the question.

The Bev.* Joel Ingoldsby has left upon record that when exhibited in evidence, together with the blood-stained knife, its tw is tings, its caperings, its gleeful evolutions, threw jury and beholders into consternation.

Why prolong the painful scene! Joe Washford was Med—Joe Washford was convicted —Joe Washford was hanged!

The fate of the wig itself is somewhat doubtful nobody seems to have recollected, with any degree of precision, what became of Hi Mr. Ingoldsby had beard that, wfien thrown into the fire by the court-keeper, after whining, and fining, and performing al' sorts of supernatural antics- and contortions, It at length whirled up the chimney with a bang that was taken for the explosion of powder mills, twenty miles off while others insinuate that in the "Great Storm" which took place on the night when Mr. Jeremiah Jarvis went to hiB long home, and the whole of "The Marsh" appeared as one broad sheet of flame, something that looked very like a Fiery Wig—per haps a miniature comet—was seen careering in the blase, and seeming to "ride on the whirlwind and direct the storm."

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Fratosaleaal of the Parted. [Exchange.] Just in proportion as the elegance of the •aloon predominates, so does "style" obtain among those who are employed to serve up the decoctions. The modern hotel clerk with his dassling diamond and beautiful buttonhole bouquet is no more of a swell in his way than the barkeeper of the period. There are various grades of bartenders, as there are distinctions in the young men who preside in the offices of first-clam hotels. A young man who aspires to the honors has to begin by washing glasses, freeing them from the aroma of all that is beautiful in a bibulous way, and leaving them so that there is no taint of what has been to interfere with the' flavor of what is to bee

A probationary period enroll the barkeeper to gauge the merit of) the fledgling, and if "he has the materialism him" he is taken in hand and put through? course of object study. He is permitted to draw beer and ale and wait upon such customers as take it straight He also fills the bottles, and when opportunity occurs he watches the man of experience make the drinks which call for nioety in choice of quantity of the various materials used, and a high grade of taste in the selection of the ingredients themselves. He is educated, too, in the aesthetic side of barkeeping, the artistic placing of crystals and other bar decorations, the dieposition of such works of art as may lend grace to.the "back bar." He also imbibes lessons ol politeness to customers, for in the higher classes of bars courtesy is the rule,and it isn't once a year that a person requires a dexterous twisting toward the street. Everything is supposed to be on a higher plane, and even when the customers "get over the bay"—that is to say, excessively stimulated, or, as common people call it, "drunk"—they are expected to do it in a gentlemanly way, and to violate none of the proprieties, as proprieties go, in the company they happen to find themselves in.

A year behind the bar is supposed to enable the youngster to emerge from his cubhood. He then becomes second barkeeper, andean afford to put on a few airs—a few subdued airs. He waits on merchants and professional men, and finally they begin to take notice, of him. If his eyes are wide open—and they usually are—he has begun to observe humanity's follies and weaknesses, and his first year has taught him more than mixing drinks. He knowB by this time a thing or two of the social under current He has branched out, got "tips" on races and elections, bought some unfortunate pools, probably, but still looks forward to the days when he shall go to wood carvers and decorators and hand them over, $1,000 or 12,000 to fit up a little place of magnificence in the way of a bar-room for himself. In short, he is developing into a first-class barkeeper.

A first-class tailor makes bis clothee, and his linen is always spotless. Possibly he may "knock down" a dollar now and then, invest it in a policy, and make a fortunate "hit" If he is not lucky this way, of oourse it is so much worse for the proprietor. He knows just what customers to salute with familiarity, whom to: tseat with deference, aad whom to simply stave at The couple of years he spends as assistant barkeeper are his experimental period After the training he has had, and granting that he is sober and gentlemanly, he is always eligible to a position in some first-class *bur. caivinMss ana cmnpowaer. [South Jersey man.]

Dr. Mutchmore, editor of The Presbyterian talis of a good colored man who was engaged in blasting a rock that obstructed the progress of some well-diggers very nehr his residence in Kentucky. After a fierce explosion that shook the house the doctor went out to remonstrate against such earth-shaking charges, aad said to the colored man: "What are you about? At this rate you will blow us all into the air." "Well, boss," said he, "I rammed down on that powder apiece of The Presbyterian. I wanted to show the folks around yer what Calvinism could do."

Java's Veleaseesu [Chicago Herald.]

There are thirty-eight large volcanoes in Java, some of which are mare than 10,001 feet high. It is a peculiarity of the volcanoes of that region that they seldom eject lava, but enormous masses of mud "riven of mud," as they have been called, flow from

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The century plant, which takes 100 Jihn to ripen in the north, takes but twelve yean to mature in California, and takes only five yean in Mexfeo,

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"yoaen area necessary evil," he said bring agdo we his flst hard on th*- counter to emphasise the heartless remark. It was in the Tillage store at WeetJMUtoo, Saratoga oounty, aad the speaker ww iu« .Mitral figure of a group of buoholie philosopher*. was homely, slovenly and sixty. "There a where Idlflfcr Mm you altogether, said Mr. George T. Graham, of the same plase. "Women are meetly wtiat men make 'em. When hnsbeads are brutes wives will fall into submission or make home not for the men and they're unnatural in cither character. Lore them, and especially be good to them when they're sick, and yoa'U have no trouble. There's ifcy own wife, BOW she's suffered a gc$d tesl with aysdepsia, nervous prostration and other ailments that took thwbloom off her Cheek* and the spring out of her step*. Well, she saw an advertisement of PARKKB'S ToyIC, end thought 1 would be just the tbiag for her cose. Gentlemen, Isestivc miles after bottle. 8he took it. 1 sent again after more. So several times,. Trouble? Way, if yoa could sea how much good it has done her -YOU woul say that women are the sreatest of God's blessings, and PAHKKK'S TONIC IS the next.

This preparation, whic^i has been known OS PAKKBB*SGIPOBB IONIC, will hereafter be called simply PARKSBS Tome. This change has been rendered necessary by substitute*) Imposed upon their customers by unprincipled dealers under the name of ginger as ginger Is re»lly an unimportant B.» ingredient, we drop the misleading..,'.

Ther~* no change however. In the preparation itself, and all bottles remaining in the hands of dealers, wrapped under the name of PAKKER'S GINGEB TONIO contain the geanine m»dieine If the fao eimilo signature of HIBCOX A Co. Is at the bottom of the outside wrapper.

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WE GUARANTEE SIX BOXES To cure any case. With each order received byes for six boxes, accompanied with I&00, we wiO send the parobaser our written guarantee to refund the money if the treatment does not fcmro. Guarantees issued only by

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Druggist, 1941, Main street, Sole Agent.

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Terre Haute, Ind., Sya InfirmaryR. D. HAUHT» of New York, I ate of Treston, too., J. PUITBAB,.of 8t. Loul«, )a of Wiehester, W. Ya., Proprietor* will treat all dlsissnes of the eye tea days free of charge if staple saMsfsoUonis tot given.

Oflee and nods lBeotatti ttilra street, opposite tt. €Harles^ Hotel* where one of us pan neeoasultedat all. hears daring the dayCity references: J. T. Mustek, druggist, next door to mstoftee N. H. liaFerrin, dealer In agricultural implement*, west side PublicBqnare Hiram Itolts, grocer, ootfier First aaa Main.

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